Hello yes I died for a few days due to an awful fever that came down on the whole family. Soooo here
Name: Adero Gladioli
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance, normal: Adero had earned the ironic nickname "Tiny" from early on. He stands at an impressive 6'8, a dark skinned man with noticably tired looking brown eyes and a wolfish grin. Tobias has a strong, athletic build built from years of his family's military training. His dark brown hair hair is styled into thick dreadlocks, with thick, dark eyebrows, a beard that's beginning to extend into a mustache. He generally dresses simply, T-shirts (many times with silly designs on it) and jeans and boots. One constant in his wardrobe is his grey fur-lined jacket, which he wears year round, despite the hottest seasons. As a drifter he usually carries with him quite a lot of stuff on his travels, as such he has a large backpack weighed down with the essentials (and whatever snacks he can carry with him)
Appearance, transformed: His bones ache and crack as his body shifts and grows. A thick, black smoke as dense as metal begins wrapping around him, golden eyes gleam from the cloud as he reveals a form as monstrous as he finds himelf. his transformed state resembles more of a wild beast than a man. He becomes a hunchbacked, bipedal ursine like creature with freakishly long arms and sharp claws. A deer skull with large anters covers his face, and acts more like a helmet. He has a coat of thick black fur that emits black smoke that feels heavy like lead, his hair expands down his back which resembles a cloak. He crackles with intense blue lightning and glares with bright golden eyes.
Personality: Adero isn't the most chatty person if he could help it, and despite his size it would not be hard to forget he's there. When approached he's quite friendly, a laid back man with a soothing voice that generally wants to make people feel comfortable around him. He'll often offer you one of the many snacks he's got stashed in his bag for his insatiable sweet tooth, but he'll just as likely pull out his tiny book of bad puns and try out a new joke at you. He's a storyteller at heart, finding peace telling stories that come from either his travels or one of the many tales he crafted in his childhood.
Weapons of choice: Knuckle Dusters, claws when transformed. Skilled in Close Quarters Combat
Backstory: Born in a somewhat remote town at the foot of a snowy mountain, as long as Adero had remembered life was about fighting to survive another day. The eldest son of three, Aba, Ayo and himself to an abusive old Veteran, and as such much of the pressure, as well as verbal abuse had been thrown at him. He was a paranoid, bipolar old man that had treated them more like his regiment than his actual kids. Intense training drills and CQC courses at the crack of dawn, rationing food for no reason other than "teaching survival". But that was when he was in a good mood, many times he was just an wrathful drunk who much rather eye the bottom of the bottle, and then beat his sons with it before remembering whatever things he got up to before Adero was born.
When he was a small boy, his most common escape was into the forests. He and his brother Ayo had made entire worlds, ruling and and exploring as if the two children were in a bubble, away from the troubles of home. Many times he could see it, standing just far enough out of his vision to appear as something else, a rock, or an animal. It simply sat there, watching the two in the forest as they played. Ayo had often chalked it up to his vivid imagination, but he knew what he saw. One day he was alone, having skipped school to avoid a crush when it got close enough that he could see it. A black beast, larger than any bear or wolf. With black fur and a white deer mask and blank white eyes. It had caused him quite a few nightmares ever since.
He was an angry youth, constantly getting into fights with other people as an outlet to vent his frustrations. He fought anyone he saw threatening his younger brothers, It didn't matter if he came home battered and bruised; as long as he was too scared of his father, he wasn't going to let anyone ELSE touch his siblings on top of that. He had made only one friend, Pascal, who had caught him in a moment of weakness and helped him realize that he was becoming worse than his father. Yet the road to self reflection was a bitter one, and as protective as he was his younger siblings were his greatest blindspot. For Ayo and Aba had made a friend, a newer teacher who had arrived who had counselled them while he had been home less and less to protect them. One bad fight had caught him off guard, the guy was a boxer type, a mano y mano type of sort; so he hadn't expected him to bring friends, and he definitely didn't expect a metal bat to the shoulder. Coming out on top he had limped in a random direction hoping that that would be the path home, pushing back the thought that he was going to die there in the cold snow. Eventually he gave up, and just wandered until his legs would give out. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black was the sillouhette of a strange looking beast, standing on two legs black fur that billowed out with thick, black smoke.
When he awoke and returned to town. He had found that days had passed, Ayo was dead, and Aba had disappeared with the teacher. Without a moment's hesistation he took out for his own. Everything he had back home took a back seat, right now the only thing that mattered was his brother.
Faction: Loners (He's basically just a drifter when he starts in the RP)